(Compiled by Dennis B. Horne)
In 1964, I received an assignment to attend one stake conference in Samoa, two in New Zealand, and two in Australia. During the first month of that trip, I traveled with J. Vernon Sharp, during the second month with Junius Jackson, both from the Genealogy Committee. I represented the Welfare and Missionary Committees.
After
arriving in Samoa, we visited with the people, then participated in the various
sessions of conference. It was difficult to find anyone who spoke English with
the exception of the stake president, Percy, who was very fluent in English and
was a great help to us in talking with the Saints.
I was greatly impressed with the Saints in Samoa and felt tremendously handicapped having to use an interpreter. During the first couple of meetings, I went very slowly so the interpreter could keep up. It was difficult at first, but everyone seemed to understand his interpretation. And by the final Sunday session, we were able to speak at a normal rate. In the Sunday afternoon session, Brother Fitisemanu interpreted. I had just begun, when I noticed that everybody could understand me. So Brother Fitisemanu stopped interpreting. Many people throughout the large congregation nodded their heads as a signal that they understood.
I have
never said much about this very lovely experience; but as I have thought about
it over the years, I realize what a special blessing was given both to me and
to the Saints during that sacred occasion.
[A bonus story:]
Six new
missionaries arrived in the Florida Mission late one night. They looked like
great young men. One of the missionaries was walking with the assistance of two
canes.
After they
had a good night's sleep, we met them the next day. We learned that the
missionary with the canes was Elder Richardson, who had a rather serious case
of polio while in his youth. He had been using crutches until shortly before his
call when he switched to canes. The Brethren felt he could serve a mission
using canes.
This
wonderful missionary said to me, "President, while I am here I am going to
learn to walk without these two canes. I would appreciate your prayers and even
a blessing as I begin my mission so that I can learn to walk normally. He had a
severe limp, but he had great faith and courage. We gave him a blessing and
sent him into a good area to work.
A few
months passed before I saw him again. He said, "I got rid of one of my
canes, but I still kind of need this one."
Sometime
later, when we met again, he said to me, "President, I would like to
present you with my last cane. I have received a blessing from the Lord and I
think I can walk from now on without it."
He finished
his mission without needing to go back to using the cane. He still had a
serious limp but no one paid much attention to it. He lived a normal missionary
life.
Over
twenty-five years have gone by now and when I see him, he still has a limp, but
his faith is strong, and as far as I know, he has never had to use a cane
again. I still have the one he gave me. It is a treasured memento of the faith
of a great young missionary.
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